COLLEEN
My first hard-core girlfriend was just as crazy and
manic at the time as I was. This was in 1985 when I was just 23 years old. Her name was Colleen and she
was an illegal alien from Alberta Canada. She is one of the few girls I ever brought to my mothers house for
dinner. She put me through emotional hell on a daily basis. If we were walking somewhere and got into an arguement, she would go the the edge of the road and just stick her thumb out. Since she was pretty damn
good looking (sorta like Marissa Tomei) a car would pull up within seconds. Once, when we were short on the rent, she pulled this shit and we were not even really argueing. I got in the back seat like I usually did and she is all over this guy that picked us up. She tells him that we are late for a party and then invites him to it. She gets him to pull into the ABC Liquors on 4th street and swishes inside. I just sat there in awe, because One- she did not have any money, and Two- we were not going to any damn party. She comes out looking all pissed off and says, "The motherfuckers wont take a Canadian check!" "We can't go to the party empty handed," then she leans into the car and her knockers just about fall out of her top and she asks the guy who picked us up if he can spare enough for a case of beer. She'll pay him back at the party, because her room-mate will be there.
The guy hands her a twenty just like that. She goes in and after about 1 minute, the guy starts getting edgy.
He starts asking me shit about her and I put off like we are just friends, and that she is really hot and works at the Office Lounge, and any other shit I could think of to take his mind off the fact that he was being burned.
In desperation I stuttered out, "Oh shit, that's right!, she was thinking about applying for a waitress position here, she is probably talking the manager to death right now, I'll go in and get her." I shot out of the car and walked into the store. I quickly scanned all the fish-eye mirrors to see where she was. (We did a lot of shop-lifting back then too, and those mirrors work both ways.) There was a hallway that led to the Superlounge
so I walked down the ramp and noticed a crack of daylight coming from the door leading to the back parking lot. I walked out and had to let my eyes adjust to the blazing sunlight. Colleen was just about to the wall that ran all down the back of Northeast Shopping Center. She frantically motioned for me and I broke into a run just as the guy with the car started coming out of the back door after us. He ran halfway, then turned back around I guess to go jump in his car. Colleen and I made it to 1st Street, and she just smoothes her hair as a bus approached the bus shelter that was there. I frantically dug out a dollar in quarters to cover the fare, and we got on and headed back home. With the traffic and all, old Lover Boy Thanks for the Ride, probably never even made it out onto 4th street before the bus pulled away to take us home. Colleen was incredible, she pulled shit like that all the time. At least we got the landlord off our ass for a change.